The Wanderer
by Emilia Blake
Summary: Bo's daughter goes missing as her sister starts having visions of the end of days. But, will Bo find that this is all more plotting from the Ancients or is a new evil out to ruin Bo's family.
1. Chapter 1

Bo watched the little girl twirl, the prophecy still ringing in her head.

 _A child born with blood of beast, ghoul, and ancient. She will bring death to all. Doomed are the warriors who stand against her. She will consume us all._

She hated that people thought Dylan was the girl from the prophecy. She was such a kind child. Bo could see how the first part could be her, but she wasn't willing to believe it. It was impossible for someone to have two biological fathers. But, of course Lauren had questioned it. Any other person of course couldn't have two fathers, but like she said, Bo wasn't an ordinary fae and her children would always be part ancient.

And the timing had been suspect. As a thank you for everything she had done for them the fae had pulled strings with the Valkyrie to give Rainer a pass for the day. Dyson had willingly given his body as a vessel and nine months later Dylan had appeared. Her features were uncanny. She had Rainer's hair and his eyes, Dyson's features. Bo could barely find herself in there.

But, Dylan couldn't be the world's greatest evil. No one even knew which way she would lean. Would she be a Succubus? Would she be a Shapeshifter? Lauren had insisted on running tests for five years, but Bo wouldn't let her. Dylan wasn't a science experiment. She wouldn't grow up thinking she was a freak.

Bo didn't know if that was a mistake, but she wouldn't let Dylan become a killer like she'd been for so long.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Dylan asked, stopping.

Bo smiled, "Of course, baby. Why?"

Dylan looked behind her as though someone were there and she shrugged. "No reason."

"Come on, we have to drop you off with Daddy." Bo said, grabbing her purse.

Dylan nodded and grabbed her backpack before starting to hum. Bo stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at Dylan.

"Where did you hear that song?" she demanded.

Dylan looked shocked at her mother's sudden change in attitude.

"The man sings it at bed time after you go to bed," she said quietly as though she was telling a secret.

"What man?" Bo demanded, taking a step toward her.

Dylan stepped away and Bo realized she was scaring her. She took a deep breath and smiled getting to her level.

"Don't talk to that man, Dyl. We don't talk to strangers, remember?" she said, trying to calm the shaking of her voice.

Dylan nodded slowly, "It's okay, Mommy. Dad scared him away."

Bo nodded, silently thanking Rainer for watching over Dylan. She held her hand as she walked her out. She drove straight to the Dal and hurried inside.

"DADDY!" Dylan yelled, running happily into Dyson's arms.

He hugged her tightly and kisses her face all over. "Mo mac tíre beag."

"Hey, what about me?" Mark called.

She giggled and jumped from Dyson's arms and hugged her brother. Bo smiled then turned to Dyson.

"She was humming that song. The Wanderer. I haven't heard it since right before I met Rainer," she said quietly.

Dyson's good mood dissipated and he tensed.

"Maybe she just heard it at school," he replied.

"She said the man sings it to her."

"What man?" he growled.

Bo sighed, "I don't know, Dyson. Okay? I'm confused and scared. Maybe we should look around for a spell or something that could protect her. If it's someone real it'll help, if it's an imaginary friend no harm done."

He nodded. "I'll look around Trick's old stuff."

Bo followed him down into his private area. They searched and quickly moved through everything. He slowly pulled out a silver necklace with wing charms on them.

"Hey, Bo, come look at this." he said holding up a note that was sitting below it. Bo took it and frowned.

"It's from Trick. 'For my great-granddaughter, you aren't born yet and sadly I won't be here when you arrive. Take care of your mother for me. She's the only family I have left. Be brave and strong as you will be kind. This necklace was my mother's. Take this to remember that no matter where you fly off to we will always be connected. -Love Grandpa'. Wow," Bo said smiling.

Dyson shook his head.

"...They call me the wanderer. Yeah, the wanderer."

Bo's head flew up and stared at the open door. Dyson was through the door, gripping a necklace in his hand. Bo pulled out her knife as she saw the figure standing with her daughter. Dyson was staring in shock, looking for Mark or anyone really, but the Dal was empty. Dylan laughed and danced with the hooded figure as though she'd known him her whole life. Dylan was singing along with the song and the man sang the next words of the song.

"And when she asks me which one I love the best, I tear open my shirt and show her Dylan on my chest." he sang.

Dylan laughed and hugged the man.

"DYLAN GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Bo shouted.

She moved forward and yanked her back as Dyson moved to confront the figure, but he fell to his knees. Pain erupted through him and he cried out, his eyes glowing with the wolf. Dylan's child-like wonder disappeared and she looked between her parents and the figure.

"STOP IT, FARREN! That's my daddy! Leave him alone!" Dylan screamed, trying to get away from her mother.

"Dylan, stop or I'm going to drop you," Bo shouted, trying to get her daughter away.

"But, Daddy!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Dylan, please!" Bo argued, almost dropping her.

Dylan yanked away and ran toward the hooded figure, her hands coming forward. Bo moved into action, but the world stopped.

"I SAID NO!" Dylan shouted, power exploding from her outstretched hands.

Dyson fell back as the figure moved away. Dylan fell back and Bo caught her, the shock of what just happened, rocking her. The figure looked down at black charred fingers. He looked at Dylan then at Bo. Bo groaned as his words entered her mind.

 _She is mine._

Dylan twitched, exhaustion pulling her down. Bo pulled Dylan closer as Dyson scrapped across the floor his nails ready to go in for the kill. The figure disappeared as his hand came down and he stared.

"Dyl?" Bo asked gently, shaking her.

"Sleepy, mommy," she mumbled, curling into her side.

"Is she okay?" Dyson asked, stumbling toward her.

"I don't know," she said quietly as the normal sounds of the Dal rang around them.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked suddenly coming from behind the bar, "Is Dyl okay?"

Bo looked at Dyson and Dyson rubbed at his face. "We should go see Lauren."


	2. Chapter 2

Dylan's skin was itching. She twitched as she headed to dance practice. Something was happening to her and she didn't like it. She stayed away from the other girls as she dressed, not wanting them to see how agitated she was. He stomach churned as she made her way to the door. She took a deep breath and swallowed.

"Water off a duck's back," she murmured before going out onto the floor.

The music moved through her and she began her routine, the techniques just flowing through her. This was the one thing she was good at. She wasn't good with people and fae shunned from her, but dancing...this was her life. She felt it in her very core. A pang in her stomach forced her to stop and she looked around the room.

"Dennis, you okay?" a voice called out to her.

Dylan nodded, wiping her forehead. "Start from the top, please."

The music started again and once again she took off. But, this time she fell. She doubled over, clutching her stomach. She forced herself up and ran out of the door. The world spun as she clutched at her stomach.

"Dylan?" Joel called, running toward her.

Bile came up and she threw up before turning to look at Joel.

"You okay?" he called.

Dylan nodded before moving closer to him. Gods, he smelled so good. Why hadn't she smelled that before.

"Thanks for coming out to check on me," she purred, shocking herself.

He smirked, "No big deal."

"Oh, it definitely is," she continued, moving closer to him. She batted her eyelashes up at him, "You deserve a reward."

Joel leaned down as she moved toward him to kiss him. She gasped as his taste erupted around her. She groaned, deepening the kiss, and pressing herself against him. She felt him gasp at the sensation and she felt a frenzy building inside of her. She slowly pulled away the taste of him burning through her senses as she heard him begin to choke. Part of her wanted to stop, she felt it within her, but she couldn't. She could see the way his face was turning white and horror mixed with the pure pleasure she was feeling. Finally she yanked away and dropped him, a scream choking from her lips.

He was stark white and his eyes closed.

"Please don't be dead," she chanted to herself as she moved to check his pulse. Relief shook her down to the core and she quickly rose to her feet and took off. She needed to get home. This was what her parents had been preparing her for: maturation.

Pain ripped through her body again and she cried out, doubling over. Her body felt as though it were being ripped in half. Tears streamed down her face as painful sensations ripped through her. When it subsided she stood slowly, but nothing looked right. She was too low to the ground and her senses were far better than they ever were. She looked down and fur lined a leg. Panic set forth. This wasn't supposed to happen. Her parents had always told her one or the other would mature not both. She took off for home through the woods, hoping she didn't encounter anyone.

Dylan hadn't made an appearance yet and that was starting to freak Bo out. Dylan was usually awake at dawn, trained with Dyson then went to school. She was usually home by now though. And now that she was reaching fae maturity Bo was worried.

"Where's the birthday girl at?" Kenzi yelled as she walked in.

Dagny smiled, "Mom, stop yelling. I'm sure Bo has her hiding somewhere."

Bo wished that she knew where Dylan was as she walked downstairs to greet them.

"Look at those grays, Kenzi," Bo teased as she hugged her.

"Lauren looks way worse than I do," she snorted.

Bo laughed and smiled as Dyson walked in behind them.

"Is Dyl with you?" she asked.

Dyson's brows burrowed and he shook his head. "She'll be home soon. She always is."

Bo nodded slowly as the door swung open once again. Vex grinned at her, "All waiting for me I see."

She rolled her eyes and Mark kissed his cheek. "Where's the birthday girl?"

Bo shrugged, "She hasn't come home..."

A howl outside forced them to walk to the door.

Dyson smelled the air and grinned. "It's her."

"Don't smile!" Bo yelled, "She's probably freaking out!"

"Yeah, but, she's like me. So, ha."

She rolled her eyes and pushed him out the door. "Find our daughter."

He nodded before taking off. Bo waited nervously for their return as Lauren walked in.

"What's everyone waiting for?" she asked.

"We're waiting for Fido to bring back Lassie," Kenzi teased.

"She changed? She's a shifter?" she asked, excitedly.

"You sound like such a scientist," Dagny replied, rolling her eyes.

"I am a scientist," she retorted.

Dyson walked in then, his arm around Dylan. His face was grave as Dylan walked passed them all. She kept her face lowered as she ascended the stairs and Bo looked between them.

"Dyl?" she called.

Dyson shook his head and motioned her up the stairs.

Worry built inside of her. What happened? Was Dylan okay? Did she hurt someone?

Once they were up on the landing she turned to him. "What's going on?"

"She shifted and she fed off someone's chi," he said quietly.

Bo's eyes widened as she took him in.

"No," she said quietly, "Lauren said..."

"Fae genetics sometimes do odd things," he cut her off, "She's freaked out. She almost killed the kid."

Bo walked passed him and knocked on Dylan's door.

"Please, I know it's my birthday, but I don't really feel like celebrating." Dylan said quietly.

Bo cracked the door open and took her daughter in. "This isn't your fault."

Dylan shrugged, looking down at her blanket. She plucked at it and looked at the corner of her room.

"Is he here?" Bo asked.

Dylan nodded.

"Is he telling you what I'm telling you?"

Dylan cracked a smile. "Yeah."

Dylan had been seeing Rainer's ghost since she was little. She'd gotten so used to it, but now as a teenager it was hard. She wanted to find herself, but instead she was always surrounded by her parents.

"I was already a freak, mom. That stupid prophecy...and the humans just don't...I'm just a freak." she said staring out the window.

"You aren't a freak, Dyl. I've been in your shoes. I know how it is."

Dylan sighed and turned away. Of course her adored mother would think that. She rubbed her face. "People think I'm some sort of mutant. I think that's freak enough."

"You're fae..."

"The fae don't think that." she chimed in. She sighed, "Mom, can you just go? Please. No offense, but I really just want to..."

" _Ohhhhh, I'm the type of guy..."_

Bo and Dylan jumped as her iPad blared the song. Bo stalked across the room and turned it off.

"Were you listening to that?" Bo demanded.

Dylan shook her head and walked over. She'd heard that song before.

"BO!" Kenzi yelled up.

They both left the room and found Dagny lying on the floor, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

"TONIGHT DARKNESS HAS BECOME HER OWN!" she yelled, "SHE WILL WIPE THE EARTH CLEAN AND LEAD AN ARMY OF BEASTS AND WARRIORS AGAINST THE ANCIENT ONES! HER BLOOD WITH COMMAND MANY! BLOOD SHALL PAINT THE WALLS AS SHE BURNS THE WORLD TO THE GROUND! HE WILL BOW BEFORE HER AS ALL DO!"

Dylan stepped away and clutched the necklace around her neck. She hissed as her hand burned. She ripped it off, throwing it away. She stared down at the red mark on her hand.

Lauren grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

"What did you burn yourself with?" she asked.

"Grandpa Trick's necklace!" she yelled, hysterics bubbling up inside her.

The room grew quiet as the radio started up again. They all stared at it as Dylan rose to her feet. A figure appeared near the door and Dylan recognized him instantly. I'd been more than 10 years since she'd seen him.

"I told you. I'd come back for you," the figure spoke.

Dyson growled and grabbed his blade.

"They'll die, my beauty. And it will be all your fault," he said as Dyson began to choke.

"What the hell do you think you're," Mark started, but he fell to his knees in pain.

"Stop," she growled, "I'll go with you. But, leave them alone."

"Dylan, no!" Bo yelled.

Dylan looked at her. "I'll come home soon."

She took the figure's hand and didn't let herself look back as they moved into the night.


	3. Chapter 3

Five years had come and gone and Bo hadn't seen or heard anything about Dylan in that time. It hurt her so much as she forced her way through each lead to come up with nothing. She sat in the Dal looking into her glass after coming home from another failed mission.

Mark walked over and handed her a drink. "No luck?"

Bo shook her head. "Dyson?"

"He called about an hour ago. Nothing," he replied.

She sighed and looked away before downing the drink.

The door slammed open and Dyson stood there gripping what looked like an elemental. He threw him on the ground and barked orders. The elemental flinched and curled up into itself.

"Tell her what you told me," he growled.

Bo stood and walked toward him. "What are you talking about? What's going on?"

The elemental growled, "You look like the demon of death."

Bo's eyes narrowed. "Dylan? He's seen Dylan?"

The elemental flinched again and rushed back to meld into the wood. Dyson grabbed him and forced him to his knees, his claws digging into his shoulder. The elemental screamed and breathed hard.

"I'm losing my patience. Talk." Dyson snarled.

Bo put her hand on Dyson's arm and he relaxed, moving his hand away. Bo got down so she was face to face with the elemental. "She's my daughter. Please."

The elemental looked at each of them, terrified. "She will kill me."

"Then tell me what you can," Bo pushed.

The elemental looked around again, suspicious. Bo sighed. "You won't leave here alive unless you talk. You have two very protective shifters looking for their family. Please."

The elemental sighed, "I will tell you this. Death has driven the souls of the dishonored. But, with the help of the one who shares her second name the Wanderer has given her the souls she craves. Do not call the Ancient Death."

Bo moved away as the elemental blended into the wood floor. She slowly rose to her feet and looked at Dyson.

"She's on the Death Train," she murmured.

"What?" Mark jumped in, "How do you know that?"

"The Death Train is mostly for dishonored warriors. They live in a state of purgatory until they've done their time. The elemental just said 'driven the souls of the dishonored'. That's a call to where Bo met Rainer." Dyson said, as Vex walked in.

"The Death Train?" he called, frowning, "That's not something widely known amongst the fae. It was where the ancients kept their biggest secret."

"Biggest secret?" Bo asked.

Vex nodded, "Thanatos, God or Goddess of Death, depending on who you ask. She/He/It kept account of Hel. Hel is a part of them just like Tartarus is a part of Nyx."

Dyson frowned. "The ancients said Hel and Thanatos were one in the same claimed by different sectors of the ancients."

Vex shrugged, "They could never decide who they belonged to. Parents were part of both sides of the ancients."

Bo shook her head, "What does this have to do with Dylan?"

"Well, remember what we learned about the Wanderer right after she was taken. The Ancient, Odin, thought she was his. But, her being the kid of someone from your family didn't sit too well."

"Do you really think an ancient would take my daughter and not demand something for her?" Bo snapped.

Vex shrugged, "Anything is possible. Have you thought maybe she's Thanatos?"

"I'm going back on the Death Train and I'm going to find out."

Dyson shook his head, "Don't be stupid, Bo. You could kill yourself."

"It doesn't matter, Dyson, she's our daughter."

"Then I'm coming with you."

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Finding someone to help them get on the train was harder than either of them had anticipated, but here they were, getting ready to jump onto it. The elemental gripped their jackets and jumped, forcing them to grip the sides while they stood inside a rich hallway. Bo turned and looked back at the hall. This didn't look like the Death Train she'd been on before.

"Where I go I don't know when  
I'll be coming back again  
Leaving the past behind my stride  
In this way I will abide  
They call me the wanderer…"

The song pumped through the speakers lining the corridor. It drove into Bo's soul, sad and energizing. It felt like she was complacent to stay here forever. A door slid open and she turned, gasping as she met the piercing blue eyes she hadn't seen in so long.

"Dylan," she breathed. She'd changed so much. She'd filled out, into curves that reminded Bo of herself. Her curls moved down around her waist, caressing her like a veil. Gone was the terrified teenager who'd left her. In her place was an unforgiving woman.

The corridor filled with ice as she watched her then her eyes moved up to look at Dyson. Dyson moved forward and she shook her head.

"Go back," Dylan said, her voice cold and distant, her eyes like ice, "You don't belong here."

"Not until you come back with us. You don't belong here either," Bo replied, moving forward, but a force held her back.

A faint shadow of a smile came across her lips and she shook her head. "I belong here. I always have. And while I wander so shall he. Go home. Remember my love for you. But, forget I exist."

"Dylan, come home," Dyson growled.

She shook her head again, "You don't understand. And I don't expect you to. Go home. Stay there. Death follows me, but it won't follow you. You gave me a vessel, and thank you for that. But, my job was to keep the Dark Lord in chains. I failed. I won't again."

"We can help you," Bo pleaded.

She smirked and turned, "No one can. Goodbye."

Bo tried to go forward, but was stopped. "DYLAN!" she screamed, tears moving down her face, but all she saw was the dark curls moving farther and farther away.

When she moved again, she fell forward finding herself back in the Dal. She choked on sobs as she looked around. Dagny moved forward and kneeled beside her. "You've found her. Thanatos."

"What am I going to do?"

She looked around the room and walked over to Dyson. He stared at the wall where he measured every height of his daughter. His hands touched each line.

"She wasn't my Dyl," he murmured, "She was something else."

Dagny sighed, "She's not Dylan anymore. She's awakened Thanatos. She's encompassed the part of her that's an ancient."

Bo turned to look at her, "Why? Who could've done that?"

She looked nervous. "Mark told me about the Death Train. I asked the Valkyrie. They said Odin was the only Wanderer they embraced. He was known to humans as the god of War and Death and as the All-Father. He hadn't been seen for centuries. He ran off to find wisdom or some crazy thing. He left the realm of Hel to an ancient he'd fallen in love with. A young one named Thanatos by your family. She ruled Death and by being given Hel she held power that your father didn't. She rules all Death, not just the dark."

Dagny pulled out a large book. "They'll want this back just to let you know."

She opened the book to a painting of a chariot. "The Death Train used to be just a long trail that the dead worked on to pay off their debts before they moved on. Thanatos used it to find Odin and continue their affair and to move souls between the underworlds. When Frigg, Odin's wife, found out about the affair she banished Thanatos stay on the Death Train until our dad became a big problem and she was forced back to Hel to keep him contained. So, the train kept running, but she was confined to keep the biggest baddies in the underworlds. Zeus allowed it because she was angry that Odin had tried to claim Thanatos as his. I don't know how or why, but I think Odin pushed Thanatos's spirit into Dylan and took her when she was ready."

Bo looked at Dyson and they knew. They had to save their daughter from herself.


	4. Chapter 4

She stared out of the train window as he rose. He walked over to her and kissed her shoulder. "Thanatos, please, come back to bed," he murmured.

She caressed his cheek and gave him a small smile. "There will be time to rest and play, my love. Today I must call the souls of the warriors long since to me. And you must call the Valkyrie."

"What of Frigg?" he murmured.

"She is of no concern to me. The Darkness comes again. He lost his horse, but the evil can be recreated in another." she muttered and walked away from the large window.

He wasn't looking at her now. Instead he was staring into the endless night. "I've just gotten you back," he started, the emotion in his voice running deep, "Will you make me give you up so easily?"

She stared into the looking glass seeing her image. The goddess, yes, but also the young fae that had been gifted and cursed by the Valkyrie. She wasn't exclusively Thanatos. No, she had all the memories and the make up of Dylan. She had her beauty and her passions. She was always Dylan. But, a part of her was ancient, a part of her called to do what she'd always done: run the underworld.

In her absence it had become chaos. The Valkyrie choosing to stay in Valhalla and deal with those dead rather than all of them.

She turned and eyed him. "You know I came back to do my job. Not for you, Odin."

He flinched, "Don't call me that. You never have; do not now."

"You've forgotten who you are," she replied, coldly, "Think of this as an awakening, my love. The Wanderer, always following Death, but never realizing she doesn't sit still."

She turned and met his eye and he looked away in shame. Those eyes accused him for being exactly who she didn't want him to be. He reminded her of the ancients who raised her. The ones who forced her to control a world she wasn't ready to. Its why she ran away, why she hid inside the Dark ones family line, hidden in deep sleep.

"We are Ancients. And sadly, my love, that means we must continue our work until it is done. Hades will not hide from me. And this world will end as Nyx intended to bring a new dawn of the Ancient clans and to bring about the release of the Fae. It was written long ago, altered by the Blood King, and I must set it to right. And he with no pity in his heart must be put down once more."

He nodded and walked toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned back against him and looked into the young face. She was young in this life, but wiser than she'd ever been. Then her eyes went to Odin, the ancient, sad gaze reflecting his age, completely at odds with the bright blue eyes and playful carrot colored hair.

The peace she felt shattered as she heard the howl from the Beast. She pulled away just as a flurry of crows descended upon the Death Train. In a puff of smoke they entered the train next car over to receive guests. Dylan walked past her throne to the large dog bed behind it.

She knelt beside the black dog and pet him, soothing him. "Cerebus, be calm."

She barely looked up as Odin looked at the two brothers in front of him. "Hugin, Mugin. News?" he commanded.

"We've heard talk, master," Hugin started.

"The Dark King and the Unaligned Succubus," Mugin chimed in.

Dylan rose and the two Crow-Fae moved back, away from her. "What of them?" she growled out, Thanatos's power pushing forward as she spoke.

"The Unaligned is searching for a way to release you from your hold, your Darkness," Hugin spoke up.

"And there is talk the Dark King hides in one of the seven realms of the Underworld, licking his wounds." Mugin replied.

Dylan sneered and leashed the Grim beside her. Cerebus growled and the Crow-fae huddled together as the Grim walked passed them. She entered the train car that housed her office, shutting the door firmly before sending a message to the conductor to stop the train at the next stop. She sat down and turned around, looking at the giant mirror behind her. The Death Glass. It showed her all the dead souls in the world, but she always looked for just one. And as if he knew she needed him, his image came before the glass.

"You need to go home, Dylan," Rainer said, as soon as he saw her. It was what he always said.

She shook her head, but gave him a sad smile. "Not yet. Not until he's chained in the depths on the underworld." she replied.

"I worry about you. About what all this death and isolation is doing to you," he sighed.

"Don't worry, Dad. I promise I'll take care of myself."

He smiled sadly, "I hope you find him soon."

She stood up as the train pulled to a stop. It never came to a stop. But, this time she had to send a message to all the fae and realms. No one hid from Death. No one escaped. She opened the door and walked down to the ground, her boots hitting the ground firmly, the grass dying around her. She bent down beside the Grim, meeting his crimson gaze.

"Find him, Cerebus. Bring him to me. Alive."

She unhooked his leash. He threw his head back and howled before taking off into the night.

* * *

Bo jolted up in her bed as the howl moved through her. She looked outside, hoping to see Dyson, but there was nothing around. She turned to see Lauren gawking at her.

"Are you okay?" Bo asked.

Lauren shook her head, her hands trembling. "I'm so scared," she murmured, "I don't know why. My entire body is exhibiting anxiety symptoms."

Bo walked over and pulled her close, "What's going on?"

"BoBo?" Kenzie's voice called from the door. Bo opened the door and before she could say anything Kenzie hugged her tightly. "I just had the worst nightmare."

Bo hugged her, confusion and concern melding in her mind. Dagny's grave face came out of the shadows as she disentangled Kenzie from Bo. "Something was howling out there," she said to Bo, hugging her adoptive mom tightly. "And it was definitely Fae."

"We'll talk to Dyson tomorrow," Bo replied, "Right now, let's just get everyone back to bed."

"That's going to be hard," Lauren said from her place at the window. "Why?" Bo asked. Lauren pointed out the window. Bo's eyes grew wide as she saw; every light in the neighborhood was on.


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